Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Zhang Nanshu had dinner at Songxiangyuan and waited until her wet nurse came to pick her up in person before she went back.

Early the next morning, she hurriedly came to find Yan Xin.

"Jing Yuanzhao was beaten yesterday and had a bruise on the corner of his mouth. The military governor did not allow him to go to the camp today because he was afraid that the soldiers would see him and have bad consequences," Zhang Nanshu said.

While she was taunting Jing Yuanzhao, she was having breakfast in the Songxiang Courtyard.

She likes Mrs. Cheng's pasta so much.

Yan Xin watched Zhang Nanshu devouring the noodles happily, saying "You will also gain weight in the future", but her heart was wandering.

fight?

And Shengyuan Mountain?

"Shut up. I study all day long. This little noodle is enough for my brain. Why am I still fat?" Zhang Nanshu scolded her, then looked at her face, "Why are you a little depressed? You can't be..."

Her voice was a little sharper.

Yan Xin was frightened by her, afraid that her crow mouth would tell nonsense.

Zhang Nanshu has already said, "...don't you sympathize with that iron lump?"

Yan Xin: "..."

In fact, Yan Xin's idea was a bit wrong. Jing Yuanzhao did not fight with Sheng Yuanshan.

He was punched by Sheng Yuanshan unilaterally.

Yesterday we went to the shooting range, and Sheng Yuanshan drove to pick up Yan Xin.

When he returned, Jing Yuanzhao became the driver.

The uncle and nephew didn't speak at first.

Sheng Yuanshan was obviously frustrated and angry, with mixed emotions.

When the car was halfway through, it was Sheng Yuanshan who spoke first: "How far has your marriage progressed?"

Jing Yuanzhao laughed angrily at him: "Uncle, you have thought about it all the time, and you just use these words to suppress me? So what if I have a fiancée, Zhuzhu'er also has a husband."

"Do you mind if she has a husband?"

"Of course. Don't you mind, uncle?" Jing Yuanzhao asked with a smile.

Sheng Yuanshan: "Of course not. When I met her, she already had one. Is it possible that I want to reverse time?"

Jing Yuanzhao's smile faded.

His uncle's words already carried a lot of weight.

"...haven't you always been shy about women?" Jing Yuanzhao said to him, "Do you like Zhuzhuer that much?"

Sheng Yuanshan did not answer.

It's not that he's not sexually attracted to women, he just has a heart problem.

When he was twelve years old, he and his brother-in-law went out to fight a rebellion and were ambushed.

The fire gun was not as stable as the current guns. A stray bullet from somewhere injured Sheng Yuanshan's calf, leaving a deep gash in his calf.

The military doctor advised him to wait where he was and not go any further, otherwise the wound would bleed too much and he would die.

It was winter and it was extremely cold. The military doctor ordered Sheng Yuanshan to strictly prohibit activities and asked two soldiers to wait on him.

They camped where they were.

One of the soldiers was sick and mentally weak.

Sheng Yuanshan is twelve years old and not considered an adult.

Two soldiers in their early twenties were afraid that he would freeze to death, so one asked the other to take off his shirt and go to Sheng Yuanshan's bed to warm him up.

Xiaobing was hot at night.

Sheng Yuanshan asked him: "Are you having a high fever, or am I too cold?"

Xiao Bing was confused and didn't answer.

Sheng Yuanshan's shirt was also taken off, and he and Xiaobing hugged each other shirtless to keep warm.

He just felt that the soldier was hot.

In the second half of the night, Xiao Bing was no longer so hot, and his skin gradually cooled down, becoming a little cool and sticky.

Sheng Yuanshan fell asleep.

Early the next morning, he was picked up in a panic by another soldier.

The soldier hurriedly put a thick cotton coat on him.

Sheng Yuanshan also had a fever and looked at the person under his bed in confusion.

The man's face turned blue.

In the days that followed, Sheng Yuanshan saw many dead faces, and they were always like this.

The soldier was seriously ill and died of fever in the middle of the night.

Sheng Yuanshan slept with the dead man all night long, and only discovered the other soldier when he wanted to hug him to urinate at dawn.

After he reacted belatedly, he was trembling all over.

"Young master, it's okay, it's so common for people to die on the battlefield." Another soldier comforted him.

Sheng Yuanshan kept vomiting.

The wound on his calf became inflamed again, and he was unable to eat or sleep, and he almost died.

Fortunately, his brother-in-law was not worried, so he rode a hundred miles back and came back overnight to see him.

Knowing that his condition was not good, his brother-in-law took the risk and ordered his service team to send him to a nearby county.

Sheng Yuanshan suffered a serious illness, but fortunately his health was not bad and he survived.

From then on I had a fetish.

He never comes into contact with anyone.

His sister would occasionally hold his hand, wanting to talk to him about what was on her mind. His whole body was stiff, and his forehead was soon covered with fine sweat.

One year, a new style of military uniform became popular in the army, and officers with some qualifications could wear gloves.

Sheng Yuanshan wished he could weld his hands with gloves.

After he became an adult, his sister arranged blind dates for him many times.

The girls my sister likes are all from good backgrounds and have outstanding personalities and looks.

When Sheng Yuanshan thought about having to have skin-to-skin contact with them after getting married, he suddenly felt that those girls were disgusting.

He found various reasons to refuse.

Later, he had no choice but to say that he was crippled.

Fortunately, his sister truly believed it and stopped bothering him, and Sheng Yuanshan escaped.

He is not disabled.

Regardless of whether he was a man or a woman, or whether he was friendly or not, Sheng Yuanshan would rather die than come into contact with anyone.

The last time he was shot, he had a high fever and fell into coma. Yan Xin checked his pulse and held down his wrist.

He didn't feel as nauseous as usual.

Her pulse diagnosis was a path to "survival", which gave Sheng Yuanshan hope to live.

His will to survive was so strong that his obsession lost its effect at that moment.

In the days to come, he still hates skin-to-skin contact, but he can't help but want to touch Yan Xin.

Her hair, her hands, her face.

Why does Sheng Yuanshan care that she had a husband?

She is the most special and irreplaceable, and Shengyuanshan can accept everything about her.

When Jing Yuanzhao asked him if he liked Yan Xin, he nodded seriously and carefully: "I like her very much."

Jing Yuanzhao laughed: "Uncle, do you know what liking means?"

Sheng Yuanshan looked at him quietly.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Zhu Zhu'er has a very loyal servant and friends. She doesn't need any extra love. What she lacks is a man's love for her."

"I'm not a man?"

"My uncle can't give her the happiness I can give her, regardless of whether you are a man or not." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Sheng Yuanshan sneered: "You know everything."

Jing Yuanzhao: "I didn't mean to belittle you. I just said that you have no desire for women."

Sheng Yuanshan was silent.

When the car arrived at the entrance of Sheng Mansion, Jing Yuanzhao stopped the car.

Neither he nor Sheng Yuanshan went down.

He asked Sheng Yuanshan: "Uncle said he likes Zhu Zhuer, but have you ever imagined what she looks like disheveled?"

Sheng Yuanshan suddenly became angry.

He punched Jing Yuanzhao in the face.

Jing Yuanzhao was in pain and did not fight back.

"Don't say those nasty words about her," Sheng Yuanshan said angrily.

Jing Yuanzhao's beaten cheek was numb at first, and then burned with pain.

He heard his uncle say the word "dirty" and couldn't help but laugh.

"You really lost completely, and you still don't know where you lost." Jing Yuanzhao laughed, "Uncle, stop fighting, you can't win."